Page 134 of Deviant

“Where are you going?” I ask, confused by his hot and cold changes in demeanor.

“Off to take a shower, and no, that wasn’t an invitation.” He then points to a wardrobe off to the side before entering the bathroom. “There’s a bunch of new clothes for you inside there. Knock on the door if our so-called hosts decide to summon us before I’ve finished.”

And with that he slams the door on me, leaving me more than just a little confused as to why he’s so angry at me all of a sudden.

Chapter 25

Elias

No matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the image of Rowen’s gorgeous face lighting up in gratitude after I vowed to kill her. Though it was always my intention to do so, I never expected her to be so fucking giddy about it.

It sucks out all the fun of my revenge.

“Elias!” Rowen yells as she knocks on the bathroom door. “We just got a text, demanding we arrive at the dining hall in fifteen minutes.”

And then there’s that.

The assholes who think they can order me around whenever they want.

Just another thing to add to the long list of things that piss me off.

“Elias!”

Heard you the first time, Roe.

I tune her out and relish the jets of water cascading over me, washing away the tension in my muscles that her melodic voice so effortlessly provokes. Once every inch of me is scrubbedclean, I turn off the water and step out of the shower, doing my best to ignore Rowen banging away at the door, yelling at me to hurry up. I wrap a towel around my waist and then grab hold of the sink just to stare at my reflection.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with you now, Roe?

You’re more worried about keeping a promise to a ghost than you are about your own survival.

And for some unexplained reason, that shit doesn’t sit well with me.

No. I know the reason behind why her eagerness to off herself troubles me. It means I’ll have to be extra vigilant where she’s concerned.

I always knew that she was depressed.

A few months’ worth of stalking her was long enough for me to attest to that.

But last night… in that tent… I honestly thought it would be enough to snap her out of her funk. However, by the looks of it, it’s going to take more than a couple of good orgasms to accomplish such a thing. It’s not like I give a shit if she lives or dies, but it would be a lot more fun killing her if she fought me a little bit.

Liar. You do care. You care a whole fucking lot.

I snarl at my reflection, despising the worried hue in the fucker’s eyes. Instead of giving it any credence, I turn my back on the asshole since it’s obvious he doesn’t know shit about me.

I came here with one purpose, and one purpose only.

And no matter how tight her cunt is or how sweet she tastes, I intend to see it through… till the very end.

“Elias!” Rowen calls out, swinging the bathroom door wide open in exasperation, clearly giving up on waiting for me.

Her hungry eyes take a minute to greedily take my semi-naked body in, before she remembers why she barged into the bathroom in the first place.

“Sorry.” She lowers her gaze to the floor. “It’s just that we don’t have a lot of time.”

“The fuckers can wait,” I say, bypassing her without so much as looking at her face, to go into the bedroom.

“Uh… Five brought you some clothes while you were taking your shower. She placed them in that closet over there.”

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